IV Armani

The Narwhal was underway to Plage de Sable, they had their hold full of goods, several outboard motors, some good quality tool sets, batteries, a whole assortment of fenders and jerrycans, and a few bundles of new lines. A whole inventory for a yacht shop. It was their usual score after relieving unsuspecting yachts of their extra equipment.

They are heading for Armani's Warehouse, not to stock up, the Narwhal is a well equipped vessel. And all what they need they could always borrow, without the intention of giving back, from any other yacht they passed on the seas. No, they were going to sell all the stuff they had collected in the last six weeks. They had sold off some items here and there in other marinas, but never big items, and never a lot as to stand out. They didn't want to be known as traders. That would raise questions.

But Armani was different. He knew what the Narwhal was about, and he was a good business partner who would take all the stuff off them in exchange for money. And he could supply the Narwhal with items they couldn't steal from the average yacht. He had a deal with A.G. Trading for weapons and ammunition.

Plage de Sable was also a good place to spend some of that money they got from Armani, and relax. It was their unofficial home base. A lot of the locals knew them, mostly the people working in the Drinkz and He Ha Ho, the two establishements the pirates visited the most. The Harbourmaster was also a good friend of Captain Peter James Jacobson, after he once rushed the daughter of the harbour master to a hospital on the next island with the Narwhal. So the pirates never had any problems with the authorities in Plage de Sable.

"My friends" Armani greeted the Narwhal from the dock in front of his warehouse. "What wares did you bring me today?"
"Only the best for you, of course" Peter answered. Which had been their standard question and answer since they started doing business. The crew made quick work of emptying the Narwhal's hold and carrying everything over into the magazine of the warehouse, while their captain and Armani talked business. 90 out of a 100 times Armani bought the whole lot, and they agreed to a total price. Sometimes he refused items because he really didn't have a resale option for them. But then he would know of a "cousin" who might be interested.

It was a friendly business model. Neither the captain nor Armani wanted to get the bottom or top price they wanted their relationship to last. As it was profitable to them both. After a cup of coffee together in the office, Peter came out with a brown envelope and the crew unmoored the Narwhal from the dock, and minutes later they dropped the anchor in the bay.

The pirates divided the money via the share systems they had established and all agreed on. First three shares to the boat, for the upkeep and stores. Then three shares for the captain. Two shares for the First Mate , one and a half share for the Boatswain and Engineer, one and a quarter share for the cook. and the rest of the crew got one share each.

Most of the crew immediately got into the dinghy and went ashore. Peter went to his cabin to do the administration. Administration was not something he expected to be doing when he made the choice to become a pirate. But yeah, keeping track of expenses and stores was actually pretty useful. It was by no account a good and complete bookkeeping; it was more of a Captain's log, as it was filled with notes too. All their scores were in there, how the shares were divided, the expenses, a list of yachts they had borrowed from, and much more. If he wanted, he could calculate how much they had earned all together, but not today.

He went to sit on deck with his book, and a glass of Rum, listening to the town as the sun set. He'd be going for some fun later. Peter didn't actually read anything, he was thinking something over:

Armani had given them a lead, apparently the US government was going to send money to Suriname, cash dollars, as they had apparently a huge shortage there. And a cousin of Armani knew what ship the cargo would be on, and when it departed from which port. The cousin wanted a ten thousand dollars for the information in advance. Which wasn't an unusual arrangement, but the amount was a bit high this time. So Peter told Armani he wanted to discuss it with the crew first. But Armani also knew that the crew first needed a nights out, and would probably only be back all together on the narwhal and able to think straight when their cash they got from this trip ran dry and they had slept off their headaches in about 4 to 5 days. So Peter had a week to think about it, he thought it could be a lucrative deal. He only had to convince the crew to invest. He had the money, he always had something left from his captain's share every trip and it was counting up.

"Do not go eat at 'Plage de Sable Restaurant', if you want to eat go to 'He ha Ho'" Aleksey informed Jack.
-"Isn't that the place where you can hire the services of a lady?"
"Yes, and those ladies hired themselves the best cook on the Carib. So we go there to eat."

Aleksey dragged Jack along. Jack was new to the crew, and it was his first time in Plage.
"Hey boys!" They were greeted at the door. "Coming to eat again? Did you have a good hunt?"
Jack looked shocked that it was known what they did, but Aleksey laughed his troubles away. “We bring in good money for the economics here. Nobody cares that we steal from rich tourists! If we were to prey on the local fishing boats, we wouldn't live to tell the tale.”

"Hey guys, what are you eating?" Eloise came in as well, and before either Jack or Aleksey could answer she had picked something off each of their plates, and with a mouth full announced she was going to have some fun and disappeared further into the establishment.

The next morning Jack woke up on the beach. His head felt like it got hit with a cannon ball. What did they do last night? "Oh you're still alive?" It was Aleksey who was standing over him, munching on a croissant. "No" Jack answered back, and put his head back down on the warm sand. He could hear Aleksey laugh and talk with someone, but he couldn't care.

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